I'll be starting out with one chapter a day for the next few days since I have them already lying ready. I'll probably switch to one or two a week after Monday or Tuesday depending how things are going.

A big thanks to everyone who commented already! I never expected that many of you to read this story, let alone all just on the first day. I guess HPxSPN is very popular :)


The brothers stared in shock at the empty space where the young witch had stood. Dean slammed his fist on to on the car and cursed loudly.

"Why'd you let her leave?!" he asked his brother.
"She's a damn witch, a demon whore! We should have killed her!"

"In case you haven't noticed, Dean, but she did save us in there!" Sam growled.
"Besides, how many witches do you know that can just disappear like that?"

"Alright, so she's got some extra tricks up her sleeve from the usual demon hocus pocus. Who says she couldn't have done something to Jess from a distance? Or maybe she killed your girlfriend and then popped out to make her look innocent!"

Sam scowled. Dean had a point there, though he still had a hard time believing it. For the past three years, Harry had been his best friend. She had always been there for him and Jess, and yes, she was a bit secretive about her past, but she never showed him any reason to distrust her before.

"Let's just, let's find dad, alright," he mumbled.
"Maybe he knows where we can find this thing."

"But what if its Harry?!" Dean exclaimed frustrated.

"It's the same damn thing that killed mom! How can it be Harry?" Sam hissed.
"Alright, she's not human, but that doesn't mean she killed Jess!"

"She could have been possessed," Dean realized before cursing again.
"God dammit! We didn't check if she was a demon!"

Sam's eyes widened when he realized the same thing. He pressed his lips together in a thin line in displeasure and looked away. The thought of his friend being possessed by Yellow-Eyes, or any other demon for that matter, was terrifying. Harry was an incredibly sweet girl, she didn't deserve this.

"Then, maybe, we should find her and save her," he muttered.

"Yeah, maybe we should," Dean sighed.

. . . . .

Harry apparated to the one person she knew would listen to her. The room she appeared in was empty though, making her frown. She looked down on her silver necklace and wondered for a moment if the thing was getting wonky. It was supposed to lead her to its twin's position after all.

"Harry?" a voice called from behind her.

The girl swiveled around and smiled in relief as she saw the man standing in the door. Before any more questions could be asked, she rushed over and hugged him tightly. The brown haired man tensed for a short second, but soon hugged her back.

"What's wrong baby girl?" he asked quietly.

"Jess is dead and Sam's a Hunter," Harry muttered sadly.

Much more wasn't needed to make him understand. The arms around her tightened and pulled her further against the brunette's chest. A soft kiss was placed on the crown of her head, exactly the way Sam often did too when she thought about it. She sniffed sadly and buried her face in his shirt to hide her tears once they started streaming out for real.

"I'm so sorry, kiddo," he whispered.
"How about some chocolate? That always makes everything better, right?"

Harry gave a hiccup laugh and nodded weakly. They let go of each other, only so the brunette man could grab Harry's hand and drag her into the kitchen of the small apartment they were at. It didn't take long for him to find a big chocolate bar for the young woman, as the pantry was filled with them and he handed it over with a comforting smile.

"Thanks, dad," Harry mumbled, smiling back shakily before taking a bite of the delicious candy.

"No problem, kiddo. Anything for my baby girl."

. . . . .

The next time they saw Harry was at Jess' funeral. She stood next to Becky and Zach, paler than usual and dark bags under her bloodshot eyes. She held Teddy's hand securely in her own, keeping the seven year old boy protectively close. Sam's chest tightened at the sight. It had only been two days, but she looked like she hadn't slept in weeks.

"Can demons even do that?" he asked Dean in a whisper, nodding towards Harry.

"We'll find out soon enough," his brother muttered in reply.

After the end of the ceremony, Sam made his way over to Jessica's family to greet them, while Dean walked over to Harry. The short girl kept close to her friends, but was completely quiet as they tried to console her. She almost looked worse than Sam, Dean noted frowning.

"Harry!" he called out.

The girl looked up and blinked as she saw Dean looming over her. Dean wasn't exactly tall, but Harry herself was barely over 5 foot. Becky of course grabbed her arm almost protectively, but Harry shrugged her off. She smiled at her friends for a moment and let go of the young boy before walking up to Dean and grabbing his arm.

"You guys go ahead," she told her friends.

The boy frowned, green eyes the exact same shade as Harry's but with golden specs in them glared at Dean from underneath curly brown bangs. Dean noted that the kid looked a lot like Harry and guessed he was a little brother or a nephew or something as she was too young to be a mother. Becky and Zach nodded and took the boy with them while Harry steered the Hunter to a more secluded area of the graveyard. Dean was immediately tense when they stepped out of sight of the masses, his hand going to his gun almost instantly. It was loaded with iron bullets, so it should be able to kill her if she was a witch.

"What are we doing here?" he asked tensely.

Harry glanced at him for a short moment before looking away again. She wrapped her arms around herself as she looked down, the picture of defeat as she stood in her frilly black dress.

"I just figured you wouldn't want to shoot me in front of an audience," she muttered.

Dean raised a brow.

"You want me to kill you?" he asked incredulously.

"I don't bloody well like to get shot, no, if that's what you're asking," the girl grumbled.
"But I thought that's why you're here. You don't believe I'm innocent, so you kill me. Or you'll try."

"Actually, Sam and I just want to talk," Dean told her, relaxing his hand on his gun, but not letting it go just yet.

Harry's eyes widened in shock. The way she stared at Dean in disbelieve almost had Dean smiling in amusement, but he kept a straight face as best as he could. The girl was way too cute for her own good, but she was a suspect right now, and Dean was determined to treat her like that too.

"Christo."

"What?"

This time, Dean did grin at the look of pure surprise crossed Harry's face. Her nose scrunched up cutely in annoyance once she realized what he had tried and she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, that's kind of insulting, really," she muttered.
"I'm definitely not a demon, far from it actually."

"Dean?" they heard Sam call out.

"Over here, Sammy!" Dean called back.

A few seconds later, Sam appeared in the small clearing they were standing, looking between the two of them curiously before he approached and stood next to his brother. Harry looked suddenly nervous as she glanced between the two Hunters. They might have said that they weren't going to kill her, but they still looked very threatening with their guns drawn.

"You wanted to talk?" she asked lamely.

"More like ask for an explanation," Sam replied.
"We need to know how you did that back home. What are you?"

"She's definitely not a demon," Dean told him.
"I said Christo and she didn't flinch."

"Still, just to be sure," Sam muttered and threw a small bottle at Harry.
"Drink that. It's holy water."

Harry raised a brow at them, but eventually shrugged and took a big swig of the water, making a face.

"Distilled water," she grunted before handing it back.
"Can we get this idiocy over with now? I'm not a bloody demon, nor do I deal with anything demonic. In fact, I would absolutely love it if all demons would just die."

"Don't we all," Dean said grinning.

Harry glared at him.

"I have a personal vendetta with one of them," she said coldly.

The two brothers stared in shock at the girl as she said that. Neither had expected something like that.

"What happened?" Sam asked quietly.

"It's personal," Harry muttered.
"Let's just say he ruined my life."

"Alright, your life as a…?" Dean hinted.

"A witch! I already told you guys," Harry groaned.
"I'm what Hunters would call a Natural witch. I'm born with a magical core, like my parents before me. I wave a bloody wand around and hang out with other witches and wizards. Or I did until I came here."

She took a deep breath after that. The Winchester brothers were still staring at her with wide eyes and she rolled her eyes. The way they were looking at her made her nervous, but she refused to show them.

"Witches and Wizards are just like any other person," she told them calmly.
"Some are good, others are bad. We have thieves, murderers, law enforcers and even a ministry. Several even. The big difference is we can use magic and you can't."

"Hold up, ministries? You mean you have whole societies?" Sam asked, being the first to get over his shock.

"Yes. Most countries have their own Wizarding societies, hidden from the muggles, non-magical people," Harry explained.
"Most of us are perfectly happy like that, even if the Wizarding World is still basically stuck in the Dark Ages."

"So what? There are schools and everything too?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"I went to a boarding school in Scotland for wizards," the red haired girl nodded.
"There are three wizarding schools in Europe: Hogwarts, where I went, one in France, and one in Bulgaria. And as far as I know, there are two in the US, one of which is called Salem, ironically."

Dean snorted, despite himself, but Sam was a lot more focused on the information they received. They hadn't known anything about those Wizarding society before, and here Harry was, living proof.

"How come we didn't hear about this before?" he wanted to know.

"Because there is a Statute of Secrecy," she replied.
"Telling muggles is against the law. There are a few Hunters who know though, but they have been sworn to secrecy as well. They're the small minority that actually gets paid for their job."

"There are Hunters out there getting paid to gank monsters?" Dean asked incredulously.
"That's so damn unfair! How do we get in?"

"Dean, focus," his brother hissed.

Dean glared at Sam, but the taller of the two ignored him and looked back over to Harry. The girl was watching them closely, but her posture was entirely relaxed. He took a deep breath.

"Do you know anything about the demon that killed Jess?" he asked hopeful.

Harry shook her head.

"All I know is that it's not the same one as that I'm looking for. And he's powerful, one of the most powerful demons I've ever sensed."

"Hold up, you can sense demons?" Dean asked shocked.

"Call it a sixth sense," the girl replied shrugging.
"It's a gift I've inherited from my father's side of the family."

She gave the brothers a little smile before thinking more about it and frowning.

"I can also see their real form, which really isn't something you want if you like your sleep."

. . . . .

The car ride was eerily silent as the two brothers mulled over everything Harry had told them. Harry had offered to come with them, but they had told her no, though they did promise to keep in contact and call when they needed help. To be honest, neither of them was really sure if they could trust her or not. She seemed honest, but they had no way to verify any of the information, so they found it safer to keep her out of their business in case she was planning something evil. And if she wasn't, than the least they could do was keep her safe, and where was it safer than away from the action?

"So, Blackwater Ridge?" Dean asked his brother.

"Blackwater Ridge," Sam nodded.

As if agreed, the two brothers pushed Harry and her story to the back of their minds and focused on the task at hand: find their dad. It was time they hunted the bastard down that killed their mom and Jess. After all, Harry wasn't the only one seeking revenge from a demon.